At 10 PM, Teresa Defino of the Fort Lauderdale News/Sun-Sentinel called and told me I’d gotten 357 votes – just over 25% of the ballots cast. My words to her, “They won’t have Dick Grayson to kick around anymore. After this defeat, I’m leaving town and moving to Sunrise,” found their way into this morning’s paper.
Under Fear’s influence, you grow afraid of getting hurt. You don’t take risks. You close-off. You tense-up.
Netflix should just create a genre called “Colin Firth movies in which he spends a lot of time being all unreadable and Colin Firthy but in the end it turns out he is filled with smoldering passion and also is an excellent kisser.”